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Feet crunching on snow and ice, barely keeping sobs from violently ripping from the elegant throat. A normally composed face contorted with ugly emotions seething inside.
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Sitting in the car, no lights, smoke heavy in the air.
Addiction. Yes please. There was nothing that would make him want to stop. He can't give up this ice burning through him. The two others sat with him, also running down this path. There was no walking.
A lone soul, slowly walking. Not interested, nothing special. The only words ever used to describe him were murderer, thief, rapist, drug hustler. But what was special about some bitch that didn't even look like she was worth fucking. Then she looked upwards, and he couldn't tear his eyes from that twisted face of agony.
Something in that face
Something about that face
Stepped from the vehicle, not hearing his name muttered by the comrades in the car. Hands wrapping around forearms, big eyes staring up at him. His, and only his, smile crept to his face, and he bathed in the pain hiding behind faux fear.
Knuckles against flesh, but no cry.
Swollen, bruised, broken. Just the need to fuck up that face.
Destroy it.
Blood oozes from wounds to the face, the mouth, the nose. Yet, no tears caused by him. A kick to the gut. Nothing. Again hands wrapped around arms, and the tossing of a person into a car.
"Out" They listened. They knew better.
Hands ripping at cloth. A rushed, rough release. The destruction of the pure and untouched.
But still, still…that god damned face. Back in the cold air, on the sidewalk, watching the little body below him. Not a little body, the bloody pulp that may have once been a girl. Handfullsof chestnut hair in his hands, and the sound of a skull cracking against hard pavement.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Red waterworks already started, flooding the ground around him. White snow no longer clean. Stillness.
But that fucking face. Still, still it sits there behind those evil eyes.
Can't just forget.
All he wants…to forget.
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All she could do was stare curiously up at the circling
crows